Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Index,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.